Archive for March 12th, 2013
Angie didn’t care about that, she only cared that she wouldn’t have to think about work for the next week. She was an anthropologist at a major university and put in long hours helping her husband, the professor, with his classes. She looked over at James. At fifty, he was twenty years older then she was. His head was buried in a Caribbean fishing magazine and he planned on going out fishing several days during the vacation. Angie planned on soaking up some rays while he was gone during the day and hopefully rekindling some of their stagnant sex life during the night…
Judge Miller is in the midst of forcing his way into a young girl’s ass when he hears screams from outside his door..
In case some of you were interested in seeing the step-by-step creation of some of Jaguar’s work, we’ve added the sketch-to-finished product of our Marie-Claude Halloween pic to the Sketches gallery
